So, I'm a witch, so what?

Strangle, kill, I need to kill something. I need to relieve the pressure that is building inside my mind. Kill anything! Kill KILL! Kill! I've got to kill something! I've no desire to live anymore, but if I must remain alive, I must find a way to end these guys' lives one way or another.

There's nothing left in my heart and soul other than hatred and a raw desire for war. I've begun to crave something to do! I need to do something! I'm bored out of my mind down here! I must do something with my time! I refuse to stay here forever!

The cage cracks open once more, and while I don't enjoy the pain from the guard's careful torture, I've begun to enjoy the time we spend together. After all, while this is slowly breaking my mind, it's also increasing my pain tolerance to another level.

"What the hell have they done?" An unknown voice speaks, but since I've got inflamed eyes, I can't exactly open them all the way to see who is talking. All I knew was that it was a voice I never heard before. Still, the voice comes closer, and I soon feel a soft hand around my face, slowly petting it.

"My god, these salvage men, what have they done?! Captain Lagos!" The voice sounded like that of a young man, like someone in their thirties, and to my surprise, they seemed angry at the sight of my deplorable state. Could this be my enslaver? Why would they care about me?

"Yes! What's wrong, Lord Focalor?" The Captain responds in a scared tone. Clearly, whoever this new guy was, someone important, I assumed, but still, I didn't get it.

"What do you mean what's wrong?! Look at this! What the hell have you all done to one of my slaves?!" I can almost feel Lord Focalor's finger pointing at me and my skeleton-like body, all covered in bruises, scratches, and minor cuts. To my surprise, the Captain looks dumbfounded.

"Lord Focalor! You must understand that this thing is a dangerous criminal. We didn't know well enough you wanted them as one of your slaves!" At this weak response, Lord Focalor angrily slapped the Captain across the face with a slap so firm it made the guy fall back on his butt.

"I'm the one who sent you all here. I paid for your services, and I paid your boss well! Quick! Call the best doctor available and prepare some meals for my property!" Captain Lagos doesn't even hesitate to follow the new guy's orders, quickly running away from the area as I sit there still thinking it was all just one more of those dreams where I escape from here.

Still, for a dream, this was a little too realistic as I never actually felt anything touching me before, but I guess my mind was already so far gone I could no longer control sensations. Those hands once more touched my face and injuries, and they felt so soft and delicate it was actually kind of soothing.

I was all good with the touch of the guy's hands until I heard the sound of metal near me, quickly sending me into panic mode as that could only mean one thing. Whenever metal sounds nearby, it means I'm about to be tortured again, and I don't want it anymore. I didn't need more! Please stop it!

"Oh, calm down, my baby. You're safe with me now. I will take good care of you, okay? I'm not going to hurt you." Uh? What did the voice say? My body didn't stop shaking until the very moment the other person's hands touched mine so that they could remove the handcuffs from my wrists.

"Uh?! Is this another one of your guy's sick pranks?! Are you going to pretend like everything will be fine so you can enjoy hurting me even more later on?!" My voice cracks at the end of every sentence, and my body starts shaking in fear again as the torture methods from the guards leave me scarred, traumatized, and scared of everything.

{Sigh} A heavy sigh comes from the guy now trying to calm me down, and I can feel their frustration building, only making me more afraid that something terrible will happen to me again. "These brutes, how long have they kept you down here?" The man asks, and I hesitantly respond.

"I've lost count after the second week," Focalor clearly doesn't like my response, but I somehow feel like their anger is not directed at me once.

"You can relax a little, okay? Here! I'll make your eyes better so you can see that I mean you no harm." At Focalor's voice, my eyes suddenly begin to feel a lot less heavy, and my pain slowly goes away as well, not in its entirety, but enough to open them.

"Why are you doing this? Who are you?"

"I'm Lord Focalor, but you can call me 'Mother.' I'm excited to add you to the family," Says the mysterious man. Or woman? I really couldn't tell anymore once I saw them and how they looked. Their voice was really between male and female, but their body was more feminine in a way. Still, their clothes and aura were that of a guy. It was clearly a strange fellow.

They wore a strange black suit with carmesi edges that looked out of a sci-fi movie. Their clothes were not typical in the slightest as they behaved entirely against the laws of physics, with some parts of the suit floating on their own and others glowing a deep red color.

What called my attention the most was the little pair of wings coming up from her chest part and raising all the way to her eye level like little decorations. Their hair was also uncommon, with some hits of red and their primary color being Golden with some hints of red in some of the edges as well as black in some of their hair roots.

"Part of the family? What do you mean by that?" I ask curiously, as I still distrust whoever this new person is.

"Yes, you're one of the rare creatures who show a high level of intelligence, and I just happen to really like goblins like you."